Illegal

Chapter 1: Meet My Family

"Pablo?" Mom said.
"Yes?" I replied.
"It's time for dinner! I made rice and beans!" Mom replied.
"But mom, we had rice and beans yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before..." I replied.
"I know, but you are going to eat what's on your plate or you're not going to eat at all!" Mom interrupted.
I let out a quiet moan in disgust, so she wouldn't hear me. If she did, my butt would have whip marks for the next four days.
So this is how it was everyday in my house. My mom would make dinner, while I would do my homework, while my older brother and sister would fight which always ends up with my dad breaking it up, while my grandma would read my younger brother and sister a story, and while my grandpa would sleep in the new chair he got for Christmas until dinner was ready.
I was born in Venezuela, when 2 years later we moved to Mexico. This is where we have lived since I was 2 years old. Although I was born in Venezuela, I feel like I'm a Mexican.
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I got to the table to sit down in my "dining seat." This seat is where I sit everyday during dinner.
Every dinner is a buffet in my family. My mom makes a big portion of every food we eat, so there is enough food for everyone in the big family.
We begin eating our food when my dad brings up a topic that I never thought about before. It was about moving. I personally didn't want to move anywhere. I was fine living in Mexico.
"I think we should move." Dad said.
"Wait, why?" Mom said.
"Yeah, why?" My siblings and I say.
My little sister began to cry because she didn't want to leave her friends from her 1st grade class in school. My grandma began to rub her back.
"We are in a financial crisis. We can't afford living another month in this house!" Dad said.
My little sister and brother didn't understand the financial crisis part, but my little brother began to cry as well because he doesn't like to hear dad yell.
"The main question is where. Where are we moving to?" Mom replied.
"We are moving to America. And we are moving next week." Dad replied.
"Are you serious? How are we supposed to learn English in 7 days? Where are the kids going to school? How are we going to get there if we can't afford plane tickets for all of us?" Mom replied with worry in her voice.
"Relax! I have a plan." Dad said.
"And what is that plan?" Mom said.
"We are crossing the border!" Dad replied.